Her Faithful Knight — page 182: what you’re looking at

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178 For Phyllis’ Sake. Her clear, sweet tones, the truth that shone from her tearful eyes, and the maidenly blushes that passed over her sensitive skin—all these things affected Mr. Jack Wyverley strangely. He felt his cheeks grow hot, and an unaccountable impulse came ttpon him to hurl the papers in his hand over the cliff into the sea which stretched, blue and sparkling, many feet below. But after thirty-eight years of checkered existence, he knew the folly of yielding to impulses, and after a short pause he rose, raised his hat, and left Dorothy alone with her thoughts. Only where his heart, from the sentimental and not from the anatomical point o view, used to be, he felt an odd soreness. “T’ve done a good many mean things for a pal before now,’ he told himself on his way back to the Hon. Darcy’s hotel, “but I’m bothered if this isn’t the meanest of them all!’ Eomichbooks (©)